Should it e'er be my lot to ride backwards that way, At the door of the Crown I will certainly stay; I'll summon the landlord—I'll call for the Bowl, And drink a deep draught to the health of my soul! Whatever may hap, I'll taste of the tap, To keep up my spirits when brought to the crap! For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles So well as a draught from the Bowl of St. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. ‘That is my mother. In addition to minor changes in punctuation, the theater in London in which the main character was a singer was referred to as the ‘Unusual’ and as the 'Universal'; this has been changed to refer to the theater consistently as the ‘Unusual.
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